Now you see him, now you... had better get used to it! Magician Ben Jackson’s burgeoning career is no illusion.
“It’s not pointy hats or tight leather pants,” says magician Ben Jackson. His style is neither Harry Potter nor Criss Angel. “My brand of magic is sleight of hand, for the thinking man. What I do is up close. I use everyday items. I work small parties and in the intimacy of people’s living rooms.” No white rabbits in sight.
The 26-year-old Houston native has been into card tricks and mind-bending disappearing acts since he was 15. When he found himself jobless after graduating A&M—the bio-chem major intended to be a pharmaceutical sales rep, a sleight of hand profession if there ever was one—he moved back home. Then, perhaps to his parents shrieking horror, Jackson announced he was—voila!—a professional magician.
“This wasn’t exactly the plan,” he laughs. It’s worked out, though. Jackson works steadily these days, and business is building. “People are so accustomed to being one Google click away from [learning how a particular magic trick is done], so it boggles them when they can’t figure out my tricks. So they ask me back. And back.”
The boyish and straight-talking Jackson now has the right clients—including the CEO of Halliburton for corporate events—and the right resume-building awards. He took first place and “people’s choice” honors from the Society of American Magicians at a competition Jackson calls the U.S. Open of magic.
Then, there’s something that should make Momma proud. He was the stand-in for the star of a big fall movie about magic. He’s not allowed to name the film, but he can brag. “Those will be my hands you’ll see!” But not his leather pants.
London by Paul Smith cologne, the Alley Theatre, playing piano, cooking while listening to jazz, Calvin Klein V-necks, racquetball
Grammatical errors, canned tuna, clubbing, 3-D movies, skinny pants, bad manners, “when people try to explain driving directions when all I want is the address”